I'm in a state of depression...but I show laughter to hide the pain...
still the final chapter of life remains...but thoughts of ending my life story are captured inside my brain...
my heart's broken from being fractured by childish games...
playin' with my mind cause no matter how many public recordz I've sold I still can't find a name...
sometimes I ask myself..."Tomas...when will you die?????"
I feelin' deprived...cause people tell me they love me to death...but what doez it mean when I'm still feelin' alive...
I feel as if there's no escapin' the curse...of life until I lay in a hearst...
if I could take back one day in my life...it would be the date of my birth...
go head...take my pride...I'm used to the pain...
take my knife and cut right through to the vein until I leak like fuselage drains...
I wanna take my right hand and hold a knife to my throat...
cause death has gotta be the punchline if life is a joke...
I hide in the smoke...that emits from a single blast from a tech...
I'm thinkin' after my death...people may finally have some respect...
I glanced at her beauty...deep into each otherz eye'z we had looked...
that's when I realized...that there are alwayz 2 sides to a book...
she was sitting next to me crying...watching as I bleed from my head...
I said "you were my reason for living...but now you're the reason I'm dead..."